Now that I finally had my Costa Rican money in hand, I was prepared to start the ten day adventure. Although I could not understand the energetic conversations all around me, I could tell that people were happy. It was such an infectious feeling. We pushed through the glass doors, the atmosphere from inside the airport, to just a few steps outside was so different. The Costa Rican sun kissed my pale-skinned cheeks, and the chatter of people could be heard. Natives were yelling out, “Pura Vida,” and, “Welcome to our country!” Many chauffeurs were standing around, holding signs with the appropriate name. Families were greeting their loved ones who had been away on their own adventure. I caught myself smiling, not only because I was so anxious
